So, Snoopy was fast asleep on the sofa, dead to the world. I go to the bathroom, make a drink and return... to find Snoopy still fast asleep on the sofa.... but a torn up birthday card that I'd bought for my nephew and not yet written, on the floor by the sofa.
I can't scold him until I worked out how he could move so fast and so silently....
I suspect it was punishment. We took him to th vet yesterday for his booster injection, and we told the vet that he was a yob, boisterous, fast, vocal.... in the meantime, he was sat on the vet table, perfectly good, with the droopy ears and nose pointing down, the perfect hangdog expression, making me look like a liar!
I can't scold him until I worked out how he could move so fast and so silently....
I suspect it was punishment. We took him to th vet yesterday for his booster injection, and we told the vet that he was a yob, boisterous, fast, vocal.... in the meantime, he was sat on the vet table, perfectly good, with the droopy ears and nose pointing down, the perfect hangdog expression, making me look like a liar!